It’s painful, physically as well as emotionally. I even have a beautiful woven hammock stored somewhere for this aspirational dream home that lives in my mind. I'll make room, or I'll store it somewhere until I have my dream house. No questions asked, and I don't care if there’s no room for it. If I find any wicker furniture or a wall hanging, I'm toast. The older I get, the more deliberate I am in choosing things to bring home with me. I have stacks on stacks of books that I've read, and ones that I need to read. I have weird little things I've picked up in thrift stores across the country. I have bowls of rocks that for some reason or another have travelled far and wide with me. I'm create little dioramas on every surface in my room. I get super attached and ascribe deeply emotional feelings towards certain objects. In reality, they're more for special occasion dresses. I love Indian cotton dresses, and in my mind that’s all I wear. For when I need to dress up, I tend to go toward floral dresses. I've never met an oversized navy blue sweater I didn't immediately love. I used to welcome any and all jumpsuits or overalls, but recently I'm looking for a little more feminine cut while still being workwear. I am constantly on the search for the perfect jeans and white t-shirt. I feel most comfortable in fall and winter clothes. My aesthetic is pretty simple and tom-boyish. They have some amazing designer and vintage items. Yes, Beacon’s is pretty much thrifting, but it's also curated. I used to be into thrifting, but my style has evolved.

It’s on my way home from the subway, and sometimes if I'm not paying attention, my body will take me there. Ninety-five percent of my wardrobe is from Beacon’s Closet. Let me make one for a friend,' and so on and so on. It’s always been a test to see if I can even do it, to try and figure it out. All the different things I do, quilting, embroidery, ceramics, whatever is going to come next, are all because I wanted to make something for myself. I get bored easily, so it’s a way of keeping myself entertained. I feel like I wasn’t meant to do one thing. It’s just snowballed, and I never want it to stop! on finding her passions I just went with it by reaching out to stores, and then more and more after that. It's taught me so much, and as cheesy as it sounds, it’s made me a way better person, I think. I can be such an impatient person and there is no room for impatience in ceramics. For my birthday, my parents got me a 6-week ceramics class at Choplet in Williamsburg. I spent every second in the studio. I had always done art, mainly charcoal drawings. Learning new crafts was really fun for me, so I was trying to teach myself as many as possible. I was down in the dumps and lost about what I was doing in life. I started making ceramics about two and a half years ago. I create a plan for the day, and have imaginary convos with people.you know, normal stuff. Walking there is my favorite time to just clear my head. I wash my face, brush my teeth, and throw on whatever is easy, usually a jumpsuit or jeans and whatever shirt I was sleeping in. As much as I wish I didn’t, I spend a few minutes on my phone before I get up. I wake up pretty early, at 7:30, without an alarm.

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